What's happening

to me?? Seriously.

Lately, all I've been doing is acting stupid... In front of guys.

& sure, I know, I always kinda act stupid when neccessary but those said times? Not neccessary.

Since when did I care what people think???? Especially guys.

I mean, c'mon. I'm talking about me here. The Aishah N who thought that guys were really made out of dirt & worms (which, come to think of it, explains why I always cried whenever they come near or something).
The one who thought that guys are our enemies.

So why am I always blushing around here????? BWARGH!!!

When did I realise this madness? Simple. A few hours ago, I was hanging around at Alamanda, a mall at Putrajaya with my mom, grandmom, great-grandmom.

Two incidents happen.

Incident 1 : Foodcourt

Simple. I was just hanging around, wondering where my mom & grandmom were - I was taking care of my great-gran - & then I noticed this guy at a table near mine playing with his kid sister.

& then I was thinking, 'Hmm... Is he my age?'

SERIOUSLY. That was strike one.

So I set myself up & was set determined not to, you know, think about that guy. So, I just gazed at space & realised that I was staring at some other guy who was decent-looking & he smiled at me.

Well, okay, maybe not at me. Maybe it was because I was wearing a beanie, here in Malaysia.
But whatever. It's the thought that counts, right?

Anyway, he just smiled at me & I LOOKED AWAY.

It wasn't the fact that, you know, I did not smile back & that must've been totally rude but my friend - [cough] friend, the Flirt-o Guru (ahhh, you already know who this is by now) - told me that under any circumstances, I should never, EVER smile at a guy who's smiling at myself.

Was it my fault I did not smile back?

That was just the beginning...


Incident 2 : Supermarket

This time I was stuck with Grandmom. She was grocery shopping for her cafe - yes, cafe - & she stocked up on all this chicken into the trolley that I was pushing.

While I was waiting for her to finish this chore of stocking chicken into the trolley, I saw some other guy - who was way more decent-looking than the other - looking at me.

This time, I smiled - you know, I wasn't doing anything wrong. I was giving the I'm-suffering-with-grandmom-stocking-chicken-&-I'm-the-one-who's-going-to-be-pushing-this-stuff-so-HELP-ME smile.

See? Innocent.

& he smiled back.

Then I was thinking he was my age & he had really broad shoulders - broader than Brian's, I swear - & taller - than Brian, again. Hey waitasec... Why am I comparing everything with HIM???? =.=" - & waaaaaaay better looking than Brian (cough. Plainly)

& my grandmom dragged me away from him - erm, I meant from the spot - & I had to push that trolley, struggling & maybe panting.

Who knew chicken could be so heavy?




My grandmom was still at the grocery-shopping frenzy & I was lagging way behind, thanks to the unneccessary weight of the heavy chicken, cans of oil & Coke Light.
So I lost her.

I had to push that stupid trolley everywhere - & I do mean everywhere - to search for her. & again, I must remind you that that trolley was filled with CHICKEN - like 7 packets of it, no joke - cans of oil & once again, I must mention, Coke Light.

There were so many people there at Carefour that I couldn't spot my grandmom, which was ironic because it was hard to miss her - literally. She's either being the friendly granny with everyone & also because of her odd choice of clothing (blue veil with hot pink pants).

& in my rush of chasing ala kelam kabut style, guess who I crashed into? (I mean, literally crashed into. The trolleys went BAM!)

Broad, tall dude I saw at the chicken counter pushing the trolley behind his mom.

We smiled. You know, for a reasonably long time in the period of smiling-at-strangers thing.

Then his mom called & he shrugged (like saying What to do?) & went off.

BAHHHH!!! Why'd I care?? I'd never see the guy again anyway =.="""




PS: I wrote this in the evening